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“Unnie, do you really have to go?”
Taki toys with one of Kei’s perfume bottles. It’s the one she just spritzed, first in her hair then on her wrists, which she rubbed onto the sides of her neck. It made the room smell tart, and slightly clinical, like magazines in a waiting room, but Taki still has the urge to put her face in Kei’s neck to see how it changes on her skin. She resists, if only because Kei already got annoyed at Taki for nearly sending her flat iron into the ground when Taki decided to perch herself right on the bathroom counter in just her underwear and tank top. They were lucky Kei hadn’t plugged it in yet.
“Yes, I do,” Kei laughs. She keeps leaning back and forth to gauge her blush, deciding to brush a little more on her nose. It’s honestly barely there, but that’s how Kei likes it. The implication of pink. “We can watch a movie tomorrow night.”
It’s agitating enough that Taki’s hand twitches and she knocks the bottle into the others lined up next to it, making them clatter in the little gold tray that Kei keeps them in. She said it made her feel intentional and luxurious, and while Taki didn’t get it, she enjoyed the ease of access to her sister’s perfumes. It would be weirder if she had to rifle through more of her drawers.
Taki leaves the perfume bottle alone to pick up the blush compact. “I bet he’s ugly,” Taki says. Sulky. Bratty. She knows Kei is going to make fun of her for it, but she can’t help herself. She clicks the compact open and then shuts it, over and over again until Kei shoots her a look. “And he’s probably not even going to pay.”
Kei ignores Taki, pulling out a sleek gold tube of mascara. She leans over the counter to apply it, and Taki hopes it’s wet and gets her shirt dirty so that she’s late and maybe the guy stands her up. That or, if Taki stares enough, Kei’s hand will shake and she’ll end up with a glob mascara on her nose. She’ll have no other choice but to wash all her foundation off and at that point, she may as well stay in with Taki.
“Pick a lip color for me,” Kei says, finally leaning back. Her lashes are dark and full and her cream blouse is still spotless. “Something that’ll convince him to pay,” she adds, laughing.
“Unnie,” Taki whines again.
“Unnie,” Kei repeats, teasing, pushing her makeup bag closer to Taki. “Go on, pick something.”
Taki does, if only because it delights her to think of it as her mark on her sister. She fishes out her favorite from the bag, a cool pink balm that was not that off from Kei’s natural lip color. Her lips, but better: Taki’s heard the phrase on some of the makeup videos Kei puts on when she wants to experiment with a new look.
“I’m almost out of this one.” Kei has to twist the tube all the way up to get the last of the product.
“You haven’t been stealing it from me, have you?” Kei raises an eyebrow at Taki, knowing that Taki definitely has at least once or twice, but never often enough to use it up like that. That is all Kei’s doing. Ever since Taki told her it was her favorite, she wears it more often than not. Even when they’re just home alone. Taki watches as she picks up product on her finger, so she can dab it onto her plump mouth.
Taki’s watched Kei do her makeup like this for years, but now the familiar sight has her squirming. The way her lips part, the way her mouth gets even prettier and more tempting, the way Taki can’t stop thinking about Kei blotting her lip color and wishing she would use Taki’s cheek, or her forehead, or even her own mouth to do it. Kei smiles at her after, like she knows, because she does.
“What do you think?” Kei grins now, stepping back to give Taki an eyeful.
Really, Kei always looks the same to Taki in that she always looks beautiful. She’s kept her hair stylishly short for the past few years, changing up her fringe every so often, but she sticks to the same beautiful brown color she was born with. She tells Taki that she gets her hair glossed, but Taki isn’t really sure it matters. She’s tall and busty too, and Taki’s grateful that Kei didn’t elect to wear one of her button up blouses this time because the last time she did, she left it far too open and Taki seethed at the thought of a strange man ogling at her sister’s cleavage. The cream blouse is truly only marginally better—it clings to Kei’s chest and waist, but at least it has a high, elegant neckline. That’s how Kei described it at least. It goes well with her pants which are loose and silky looking, paired with heels that will absolutely make her tower over anyone. But Kei could be barefaced and in sweatpants, and Taki would still think she looked too good to go on a date with some guy she met on an app, especially in lieu of staying with her. Taki thinks this no matter the guy, no matter the outfit, no matter the day.
“Don’t go,” Taki says. She scoots herself back on the counter, until her back hits the tiled wall. Planting herself as a permanent fixture in Kei’s bathroom. “Please?”
Kei sighs, stepping over to Taki with a few clicks of her heels. Taki wonders if can see down her shirt like this, or if she’s noticed at all how see-through Taki’s tank top is. She stood in front of the mirror for some minutes wondering if it was too much, if Kei would laugh at her immature attempts at seduction and tell her to go to her room. She didn’t and so now, Taki gets to look up at her, subtly pressing her arms to her sides to create more cleavage just in case Kei’s eyes wander there. But mostly, Taki’s trying to look as sad and pouty as possible, hoping that for once, it works, and Kei cancels on her date. Kei steps closer, and Taki spreads her legs as if she needs to make room for Kei.
“Taki,” Kei starts. “Are you feeling neglected, baby?”
Taki has no shame—she nods as soon as the words are out of Kei’s pretty mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Kei coos, placing her hands on top of Taki’s bare thighs and rubbing them back and forth and back and forth. “I promise I won’t be out too late.”
Hot, bratty tears spring to Taki’s eyes. “But unnie—”
“Shh.” Kei slides her palms all the way up, thumbs pressing into Taki’s inner thighs, dangerously close to her clothed cunt. It’s enough—Taki melts like one of Kei’s lavender scented candles. “It’s only dinner.” Then, Kei leans into Taki, closer and closer until her mouth is hovering over Taki’s. Quickly, Taki is dizzy, dizzier when Kei’s hand slips between Taki’s legs, teasing at Taki’s cunt through the cotton white panties. “We can do whatever you want when I’m back, okay?”
It’s not like Taki could accuse Kei of lying. For the most part, she really did whatever Taki wanted. How else would they end up like this? Sure, Taki was the one that crawled into Kei’s lap, but Kei was the one that indulged her. It was Kei that whispered into her ear and asked her how she wanted to be touched and gave Taki everything she had ever fantasized about.
“Okay, Taki?” Kei repeats, quiet against her mouth.
Taki nods, small and careful. Kei kisses her then, sweet and soft, leaving the residue of her lipstick on Taki’s mouth before pushing her panties to the side to slide her fingers against her dripping cunt.
“I have such a needy little sister,” Kei murmurs, to herself and to Taki, making Taki’s spine tingle. “Can you even get off without me anymore?” She moves her mouth to kiss at Taki’s jaw, then across her throat until she gets to the spot behind Taki’s ear that makes her entire body feel like static. Kei mouths at that spot, teasing her teeth over it to get a whine from Taki, before fitting two fingers into her. It’s easy—Taki’s so wet and easy, and she whines again when Kei’s fingers are flush inside her. “Should I get you a toy for whenever I’m gone?”
“Unnie,” Taki whines, could probably whine it out endlessly if given the chance because she likes the way the word sounds on her tongue. Kei likes it too, even though they haven’t lived in Korea for years now. The habit just stuck, and became special over time as Taki got older, and closer, and clingier with Kei. “Unnie, please.”
“Be quiet, Taki-chan.” Kei’s low voice vibrates against that spot under Taki’s ear. Taki’s cunt leaks around Kei’s fingers so much, there’s no way she won’t leave drops of herself all over Kei’s bathroom. It wouldn’t even be the first time. Certainly not the last. “Mom’s still downstairs, y’know.”
Taki whimpers, and it echoes in Kei’s bathroom. She knows the sound won’t go farther than that, not with the door closed, and not with their mother cooking downstairs, too preoccupied to realize what her daughters are up to. Still, the fear seeps into Taki, and it makes it even harder to stay quiet. She has to slap a hand over her mouth when Kei crooks her fingers inside her, and Taki ends up knocking some of the perfumes in the process. Kei doesn’t care, at least not now. She’s sucking a mark into Taki’s neck, where it’ll be hidden by her long, dark hair, and trying to fit a third finger into her cunt. When it proves difficult, Kei pulls Taki forward on the counter, spreading her legs further. Taki knows her neck will hurt after this but she doesn’t care.
“That’s it,” Kei encourages. The third finger goes in, and Taki groans into her own sweaty palm. “Is unnie making you feel good?”
Taki can’t answer with anything but a gasp, a groan, and the curl of her toes as Kei rubs a thumb over her clit. If they were home alone, Taki would let herself scream, would beg for Kei to fit her hand inside her so her cunt would ache for her for days. If the bathroom were any smaller, the mirror would fog up with how much Taki’s panting.
“Come on, don’t take too long.” Kei curves her fingers upwards, fucking them against Taki’s swollen g-spot. It feels so good it’s almost painful, and Taki’s tears resurface. “You made me twenty minutes late last time.”
“I’m sorrryyy,” Taki groans, unable to keep the sob in her chest. “‘m sorry, unnie, I’m sorry.”
Kei clicks her tongue, teasing Taki’s cunt with a fourth finger. Taki can’t stop shuddering, can’t stop bracing for it.
“You can show me how sorry you really are after my date.” Kei makes it fit, and the stretch makes Taki delirious. High-pitched whimpers escape her throat as Kei fully fucks all four fingers into Taki, still rubbing her clit back and forth until suddenly Taki’s ears start ringing. Pleasure bursts from belly, gushes from her cunt, and she hears Kei make an annoyed little sound as she rides the rest of her orgasm.
Taki’s too out of it to help Kei pick another outfit last minute. It’s difficult enough for her to try one last time to get Kei to stay and snuggle her instead. She murmurs and mumbles all over her words until Kei kisses her on the forehead and tells her she’ll bring her dinner too. That’s enough for Taki to stand down and let Kei go for her stupid date. Taki knows that Kei would always pick her baby sister over any man anyway.